the privilege of hope

 

Hope is something that I don’t understand at all. There are so many aspects of being a person that I don’t understand, but the beauty is that humans are the only species who can know what they don’t know. For a short period of time, I get to inhabit one of these walking, waking bodies on this Earth. I get the privilege of inhabiting a brain that comprehends only a tiny fraction of itself. Out of so many collections of atoms in the universe, I am one of the few that have the privilege of hope.  I get to see the birth and fulfillment of hope. And then conceive of more hope, and hold it in gestation until it bursts, and see what will be born from it.

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